Chapter 2619 Enter Zen's Body
While Zen was trying to break through to become a top-rank Wild God, No. 9527 was still up in the bone tower, carefully observing Zen.
It had found himself conflicted, wondering about how to best approach Zen.
No. 9527 didn't have much authority. From the very beginning, the task the brain masters had given to it was merely to keep an eye on Zen and ensure that he remained alive.
And it had performed its duty well so far.
But now, the task had changed.
The brain masters had ordered the brain units to pay close attention to this world's movements.
The brain masters also knew perfectly well what had happened a few days ago.
They were aware that the prisoners had dared to plan an escape from this world. They were incensed to hear such divergent ideas, and had since been on high alert.
The brain masters, however, were not interested in the idea of leaving this place.
After all, their top master was still sleeping. If they left, it would immediately wake him up. He would, however, never allow this world to become a prison to him.
The problem was that Zen's departure would cause trouble.
After having waited for so many years, they were finally lucky enough to find a suitable guy. If they let him go, the sleeping master would wake up and find out, and all the brain masters would be doomed.
Thus, those fat brain masters were extremely worried about Zen and his intentions.
Frustratingly, they couldn't interfere with Zen or do anything to control him.
They had considered imprisoning Zen in this world, but after careful consideration, this turned out to be an unrealistic strategy. If what was said was true and he really had the ability to leave, their plan would be thwarted. It was too risky when the stakes were so high.
The brain masters had been discussing this for a few days in the spiritual world.
Usually, the brain masters could always make their judgments in an instant, as it was so effortless for them to communicate with each other.
It was testament to how complicated this issue was that it took the brain masters a good few days to discuss it, in spite of the high speed at which they were able to communicate. Finally, they had come to an agreement. They would allow No. 9527 to approach Zen.
When it received this command, No. 9527 felt both great honor and great sadness.
It was a great honor, because it had been entrusted with such an important task, which meant it would be granted higher authority since it was sort of the top master's substitute now. Evidently, its status and importance surpassed that of those brain masters it resented so much.
At the same time, it was also a poigna
ly understood what was going on.
The first time he underwent the tribulations, he had actually been infused with the bloodline of the Chaos Ancient God. Timotheus had known about this, even though he didn't tell Zen.
For some reason he didn't yet know, the brain masters that No. 9527 mentioned chose him and ordered No. 9527 to enter his body.
It had explained that its goal was to help Zen reach the Other Shore Realm with the cultivation method of the Chaos Ancient God.
The old man, Adele's father, had also mentioned this matter before, and this had put a glimmer of hope in Zen's heart. Perhaps, if he took advantage of this shortcut, Zen could reach the Other Shore Realm with his physical body.
Now, this so-called No. 9527, who was a strand of Chaos Ancient God's soul, was repeating its own thoughts back at him.
Zen couldn't help but feel puzzled. "But I could reach the Other Shore by crossing the Sea of Truth using the Grand World Cultivation Method. What difference does it make if I use my physical body to reach the Other Shore?"
"It makes all the difference," No. 9527 replied. "Using the Grand World Cultivation Method to reach the Other Shore, you can't take anything with you. But if you use your physical body to reach the Other Shore Realm, you can take back some important things of value from the Other Shore. There is a great difference between these two methods."
This explanation stunned Zen.
In Zen's mind, the Other Shore was a realm. Like the Sea of Truth, it should be a concept that people could only think vaguely about. It only existed in creatures' imagination, and thus was not real.
But according to this guy's explanation, this did not seem to be the case. The truth was very different from what Zen had anticipated.
It had found himself conflicted, wondering about how to best approach Zen.
No. 9527 didn't have much authority. From the very beginning, the task the brain masters had given to it was merely to keep an eye on Zen and ensure that he remained alive.
And it had performed its duty well so far.
But now, the task had changed.
The brain masters had ordered the brain units to pay close attention to this world's movements.
The brain masters also knew perfectly well what had happened a few days ago.
They were aware that the prisoners had dared to plan an escape from this world. They were incensed to hear such divergent ideas, and had since been on high alert.
The brain masters, however, were not interested in the idea of leaving this place.
After all, their top master was still sleeping. If they left, it would immediately wake him up. He would, however, never allow this world to become a prison to him.
The problem was that Zen's departure would cause trouble.
After having waited for so many years, they were finally lucky enough to find a suitable guy. If they let him go, the sleeping master would wake up and find out, and all the brain masters would be doomed.
Thus, those fat brain masters were extremely worried about Zen and his intentions.
Frustratingly, they couldn't interfere with Zen or do anything to control him.
They had considered imprisoning Zen in this world, but after careful consideration, this turned out to be an unrealistic strategy. If what was said was true and he really had the ability to leave, their plan would be thwarted. It was too risky when the stakes were so high.
The brain masters had been discussing this for a few days in the spiritual world.
Usually, the brain masters could always make their judgments in an instant, as it was so effortless for them to communicate with each other.
It was testament to how complicated this issue was that it took the brain masters a good few days to discuss it, in spite of the high speed at which they were able to communicate. Finally, they had come to an agreement. They would allow No. 9527 to approach Zen.
When it received this command, No. 9527 felt both great honor and great sadness.
It was a great honor, because it had been entrusted with such an important task, which meant it would be granted higher authority since it was sort of the top master's substitute now. Evidently, its status and importance surpassed that of those brain masters it resented so much.
At the same time, it was also a poigna
ly understood what was going on.
The first time he underwent the tribulations, he had actually been infused with the bloodline of the Chaos Ancient God. Timotheus had known about this, even though he didn't tell Zen.
For some reason he didn't yet know, the brain masters that No. 9527 mentioned chose him and ordered No. 9527 to enter his body.
It had explained that its goal was to help Zen reach the Other Shore Realm with the cultivation method of the Chaos Ancient God.
The old man, Adele's father, had also mentioned this matter before, and this had put a glimmer of hope in Zen's heart. Perhaps, if he took advantage of this shortcut, Zen could reach the Other Shore Realm with his physical body.
Now, this so-called No. 9527, who was a strand of Chaos Ancient God's soul, was repeating its own thoughts back at him.
Zen couldn't help but feel puzzled. "But I could reach the Other Shore by crossing the Sea of Truth using the Grand World Cultivation Method. What difference does it make if I use my physical body to reach the Other Shore?"
"It makes all the difference," No. 9527 replied. "Using the Grand World Cultivation Method to reach the Other Shore, you can't take anything with you. But if you use your physical body to reach the Other Shore Realm, you can take back some important things of value from the Other Shore. There is a great difference between these two methods."
This explanation stunned Zen.
In Zen's mind, the Other Shore was a realm. Like the Sea of Truth, it should be a concept that people could only think vaguely about. It only existed in creatures' imagination, and thus was not real.
But according to this guy's explanation, this did not seem to be the case. The truth was very different from what Zen had anticipated.